It's well-written with a not-so-subtle metaphor about marijuana and uses sexy-ass, smokey-room guitar hooks. Chill and singable with a superb solo. Great opening riff and a steady, simple beat. It has a few touches of harrmonica but there's no cooler, pure guitar rock song.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking Fuck. A bad day just keeps getting worse. Life can be cruel and merciless.

RIP to one of the all-time greats. I never appreciated music until I started listening to him. He was who actually got me into music. The first time I listened to Running Down a Dream, it was like a lightbulb in my head turned on. "Oh, now I get it....."

I broke what was supposed to be my first date with my wife when a buddy called me w/ 5th row seats to see TP in concert. I made it up to her later and things worked out between us obviously but he has always held a place in my heart for that reason.